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"electrostatic" poems
If I were a teacher, I'd teach plagiarism Like a patent office. I'd teach publication Like plagiarism, And I'll proofread Any paper that properly Cites their sources. I'd teach every Kid from age X to Y That if I can't Lift them as High as they Want to go Than somebody Else Can. I would be the man, That teaches subjects Like I'm their King, And I'd spread Knowledge to every Acre of my empire I'd teach anything. See, I'd teach chemistry By making the reaction of Why and How Always synthesize Wow. I'd be a catalyst For positive change By keeping every School-yard bully and kid that's always picked last Around after class To teach them physics, Like if you have mass And you take up space Then you ******* matter. I'd put the cool in Coulombs. I'd be so electrostatic About magnetic fields You could feel my fluxin' Energy in the hallway. I'd say His story, And Her story, And everyone in-between's story, Is about the day their parents met. I'd teach sex-ed Like it's about the Day their parents met. And it wouldn't be weird It'd be beautiful. Because anybody falling In love is beautiful. And speaking of beautiful: Mathemagics, Would no longer Be a bottomless hat But a bird. With feathers and wings And things that always Find their way home. I'd transform The Fourier of Our foundations With equations Of equality Like you, And I are Always equal to Us. It'll be cake To be genius. ....Or pie Or whatever else is rational In this situation. And I Would measure intelligence With the answer to the question Of why we are alive. I'd standardize Every test By removing Any box that Takes us Further apart I would make art Combining every Color from East to West In a masterpiece That every child can draw We'll call it "human" I would solve World hunger And war, And every other problem That stems from greed With answers to the Questions that I still Don't know But I would show Everyone whose ever Made you hurt That a broken heart Has still got the Courage to beat Because it's their words Where the heart breathes Where the heart bleeds Where the heart sleeps And it's our dreams That keep us awake In the wake of our past So I'd put every love letter And box of their **** On a bonfire, light a match, And we would watch it burn. Hell, If I were a teacher I'd say there's So much left That I've still got To learn.
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Apr 11, 2016
Apr 11, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
If I Were a Teacher
If I were a teacher, I'd teach plagiarism Like a patent office. I'd teach publication Like plagiarism, And I'll proofread Any paper that properly Cites their sources. I'd teach every Kid from age X to Y That if I can't Lift them as High as they Want to go Than somebody Else Can. I would be the man, That teaches subjects Like I'm their King, And I'd spread Knowledge to every Acre of my empire I'd teach anything. See, I'd teach chemistry By making the reaction of Why and How Always synthesize Wow. I'd be a catalyst For positive change By keeping every School-yard bully and kid that's always picked last Around after class To teach them physics, Like if you have mass And you take up space Then you ******* matter. I'd put the cool in Coulombs. I'd be so electrostatic About magnetic fields You could feel my fluxin' Energy in the hallway. I'd say His story, And Her story, And everyone in-between's story, Is about the day their parents met. I'd teach sex-ed Like it's about the Day their parents met. And it wouldn't be weird It'd be beautiful. Because anybody falling In love is beautiful. And speaking of beautiful: Mathemagics, Would no longer Be a bottomless hat But a bird. With feathers and wings And things that always Find their way home. I'd transform The Fourier of Our foundations With equations Of equality Like you, And I are Always equal to Us. It'll be cake To be genius. ....Or pie Or whatever else is rational In this situation. And I Would measure intelligence With the answer to the question Of why we are alive. I'd standardize Every test By removing Any box that Takes us Further apart I would make art Combining every Color from East to West In a masterpiece That every child can draw We'll call it "human" I would solve World hunger And war, And every other problem That stems from greed With answers to the Questions that I still Don't know But I would show Everyone whose ever Made you hurt That a broken heart Has still got the Courage to beat Because it's their words Where the heart breathes Where the heart bleeds Where the heart sleeps And it's our dreams That keep us awake In the wake of our past So I'd put every love letter And box of their **** On a bonfire, light a match, And we would watch it burn. Hell, If I were a teacher I'd say there's So much left That I've still got To learn.
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Science is intriguing With such reliable sources Is it the physics and chemistry? Or that of an electrostatic force? Newton's law of motion Along with kinetic energy We open our minds and learn What a pleasant sight to see
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Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 4:23 PM UTC
Science Is Intriguing
In anticipation of the too-few precious hours in tandem, we divulged our carnal cravings at each others’ hands, but omitted fragments, saving them for some other day, finding them too truthful. When you hold your body to mine, as you have told me you will, I want a flurry of colored breath, peach and magentas and crimsons slipping translucently from every part of me and wafting in and out and between us like a graceful fog, and not just the force of fingers that have waited too long to touch, but the electrostatic brushes of life’s restlessness falling slowly into their own gravity as we learn to trust the moment. Our lips are full of nerves and that is why a kiss is so much more than symbolic. I placed my lips to the skin of an orange and I was met with the sensuality of the whole terrain of this world. Intimacy then, is the slow press that reassures humanity – the invitation into a world with no walls – the rush of blood that comes from being completely receptive – that is the kiss I want with your soul. After all the epochs of lovers, these are all the same words, but they are lanterns bouncing across the plains and sparking anew in the way that the naive are always entranced by the lighter in their hand when they first learn how to light a cigarette, elated and dizzy from the ***** Twinkling. Sometimes all it takes is a breath and I am light and wind and red paper confetti and the moon and a golden orb that turns all it touches into a shining constancy of what’s called love – and I visit your heart knowing that you can’t tell it’s me, and then I must leave– and I know that I was not in my body, but that it must have kept existing while I was gone because I always wake up in tears, and someone had to cry them. Conventionality dies between us and there are no titles or promises to speak of. I once found security in labels, only to find that they leave no room for the inevitable growth and weathering of time. So I ask little of you – only that you are always true with me, and that you occasionally put your hand in mine.
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May 13, 2013
May 13, 2013 at 12:22 AM UTC
Your Hand In Mine
In anticipation of the too-few precious hours in tandem, we divulged our carnal cravings at each others’ hands, but omitted fragments, saving them for some other day, finding them too truthful. When you hold your body to mine, as you have told me you will, I want a flurry of colored breath, peach and magentas and crimsons slipping translucently from every part of me and wafting in and out and between us like a graceful fog, and not just the force of fingers that have waited too long to touch, but the electrostatic brushes of life’s restlessness falling slowly into their own gravity as we learn to trust the moment. Our lips are full of nerves and that is why a kiss is so much more than symbolic. I placed my lips to the skin of an orange and I was met with the sensuality of the whole terrain of this world. Intimacy then, is the slow press that reassures humanity – the invitation into a world with no walls – the rush of blood that comes from being completely receptive – that is the kiss I want with your soul. After all the epochs of lovers, these are all the same words, but they are lanterns bouncing across the plains and sparking anew in the way that the naive are always entranced by the lighter in their hand when they first learn how to light a cigarette, elated and dizzy from the ***** Twinkling. Sometimes all it takes is a breath and I am light and wind and red paper confetti and the moon and a golden orb that turns all it touches into a shining constancy of what’s called love – and I visit your heart knowing that you can’t tell it’s me, and then I must leave– and I know that I was not in my body, but that it must have kept existing while I was gone because I always wake up in tears, and someone had to cry them. Conventionality dies between us and there are no titles or promises to speak of. I once found security in labels, only to find that they leave no room for the inevitable growth and weathering of time. So I ask little of you – only that you are always true with me, and that you occasionally put your hand in mine.
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Zeus was the king of gods, The god of sky and weather, Law, order and fate. A regal man,                       Mature, Sturdy figure,                       Dark beard.. Royal sceptre,                       Eagle.. O, how can I ever forget his passion for his Lightning Bolt, No one dare touch? Then again,                                                                                                               I seek.. the power of lightning. the cackle of thunder. the massive electrostatic discharge.                                                           AWAKENS MY SENSES For years I have longed.. For your beloved bolt But when I accepted that it could not be mine And shall stand faithfully by your side.. M Y W A N D E R I N G S ended..fullstop Another bolt greeted me... No intention had I of embracing a new love... For your bolt has been sown to my heart.. Sealed forever.. Inaccesible... The keys are lost in my crimson pool of despair.. No one shall ever find it. You have ruined the recesses of my heart.                                                                                                                  *But, let me tell you something. the key was unearthed. found by true love. brought a sparkle in my eyes a glimmer in my sunshine a power arose that beat                                                   the daylight out of.. dark and daunting thoughts. I beamed that 1000-watt smile once again. Thank you Mr. Lighting Bolt of Hello Poetry For when you turn yellow, the electrons in me sizzle..Feel the spark, Zeus?
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Jun 27, 2013
Jun 27, 2013 at 2:05 PM UTC
The Lightning Bolt
Zeus was the king of gods, The god of sky and weather, Law, order and fate. A regal man,                       Mature, Sturdy figure,                       Dark beard.. Royal sceptre,                       Eagle.. O, how can I ever forget his passion for his Lightning Bolt, No one dare touch? Then again,                                                                                                               I seek.. the power of lightning. the cackle of thunder. the massive electrostatic discharge.                                                           AWAKENS MY SENSES For years I have longed.. For your beloved bolt But when I accepted that it could not be mine And shall stand faithfully by your side.. M Y W A N D E R I N G S ended..fullstop Another bolt greeted me... No intention had I of embracing a new love... For your bolt has been sown to my heart.. Sealed forever.. Inaccesible... The keys are lost in my crimson pool of despair.. No one shall ever find it. You have ruined the recesses of my heart.                                                                                                                  *But, let me tell you something. the key was unearthed. found by true love. brought a sparkle in my eyes a glimmer in my sunshine a power arose that beat                                                   the daylight out of.. dark and daunting thoughts. I beamed that 1000-watt smile once again. Thank you Mr. Lighting Bolt of Hello Poetry For when you turn yellow, the electrons in me sizzle..Feel the spark, Zeus?
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I'm not an electrician but I do know this. A voltage produces an electrostatic field. As voltage increases between two distanced points, the field intensifies. You and I were similar in this way. We were two points with voltage charging between us. We somehow created a region stronger than us. Our love flowed like currents. Our love brought us closer. The love between us intensified, much like the way the electrostatic field intensifies. Each kiss and touch made the blood running through my veins turn into electricity. You ignited a fire in me.
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Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 2:56 AM UTC
voltage
step right in where commodity and fiction are deliberately blurred, electrostatic dust collector, after-shower body air-driers, a spatially disconnected from the world roll-on wife complete with a dining table that sinks into the floor; don't tell her she's an android; just don't. she is captured and ever ready, she was a stenographer but quite unsteady, her mouth a spark of vowels when her far off places are aroused. repeat this soothing motto — space, place, memory. outside is scenographic sensation: lightology. unbreathed air. porcelain skin. she's the soft electric assurance of a better life — the life which rests on device alone — a strong, sweet poison which infects the blood. she is "the light of any home"...
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Mar 31, 2023
Mar 31, 2023 at 10:41 AM UTC
Enter Future Domestic Bliss
Her curly hair sings! And it enchants me, it is -- electrostatic.
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Aug 4, 2023
Aug 4, 2023 at 3:49 AM UTC
[ Her curly hair sings ]
The Earth is purged: Human ghosts Once hung in elemental pores Have been released, Ascendant from dirt And salt. Evening vespers complete After one-thousand years Of denial, They take flight into ether, Each ascension signified In violent purple hues, Clean breaks.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
Electrostatic Epitaphs
Slithering sparks slicing the darkness in two, it makes me shiver. Off in the distance is another storm I'll have to weather, but it's okay I'm a striver. Because if I catch even a glimpse of that beauty, I can stand though even the strongest storms.
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May 15, 2020
May 15, 2020 at 10:42 PM UTC
Electrostatic Discharge
I want *** and champagne Love and all its pain, Under moonlight And past the sun's brow Night and day Through rain and blue I want All that is you, Lava flows And fires burn As does the fiery orb In the sky, But nigh; None are ablaze Like the yearning within My soul, What scorched earth Would bare rock Like that of my beating heart For but a gaze From your eyes, For but the graze Of your skin, Electrostatic ignition Between my fingertips And your luscious curving plains, Like lighting strikes And storms thunder In the space separating, The void that keeps This earnest frothing Churning need alive Another day... APAD14 - 006 © okpoet
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 2:41 AM UTC
Want...
Is it Poetry to find beauty at the bottom of a notepad is it just scribbles & scratches. Is it Poetry to glimpse those love lines at your mouth- how they remind me of your cracked lipstick smudges. Is it Poetry to get lost in the library to catch a wisp or wave- of your electrostatic love. But What IS Poetry. The cascading colours swinging, singing and dancing from this monitor. From you. Hello. Poetry. How're you today?
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Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 4:17 PM UTC
I don't think i'm a poet.
I think, therefore I may be. Maybe I think too much to be free But the walls close faster than a revolving door Where no man will etch my name in precious floor Lost to the inevitable human trace A dream actuated to another time and place My eternal atomic informative electrostatic attraction Bounces my life across the pulsars in altercation And ionizes my dreams within this distant universe, To return to dream and inert Inani, Intelli, Invinci, Omni, Alli, Tectoni, Read the pages on the stone Sing the whispers in the growth The dance of time, the hand of space the love of design, a perfect trace Sing sing. as loud as you can Do not get lost in the yaup of man. There is a special soul inside of you. It's the trees, the bees, the seas and due Time will come for us to know The world will task our souls for new growth And when our time should come to pass I let myself dance in Dodecahedral sky And let my atoms shine For new eyes.
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May 18, 2018
May 18, 2018 at 6:12 PM UTC
Heisenberg
When I’m vibrating at your frequency, the spark that lives behind my belly button jumps between two carbon rods. The electrostatic movement attracts others with similar circuits, but there are so few wired like me. When I do meet a parallel electric force, I can’t help but remove all of my resistors, letting the amperage rise. The resulting voltage causes most to recoil in fear, but occasionally a series connection occurs. The power in that circuit explodes me into you.
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Jan 12, 2017
Jan 12, 2017 at 9:43 AM UTC
Amperage
Sitting at the turntables, The sound is the interchangeable, The volume stirs, The lyrics become blurry lines, The channeling of the headphones and speakers, It’ll be my last dose of the day and night. The beat is still there, The 808 rhythms, My hips begin to move, My arms begin to raise , Alone… I feel my personal rhythm vibrate. With each and every gaze of the mirror I hate, I begin to lose myself and encounter the serum of intimacy. The 808’s come again, Sucker punching my soul to match the tone, Ough! My thoughts are deep beneath my bones, Step by step I feel it coming, The electrostatic symphony in my soul, Surging through my breast, A speaker wave travels through my fingertips. This language becomes a buzz, Sweat drips from my hair onto the crystal floor, I swirl to the turntables and raise the volumes some more, The 808’s are hitting me harder than then ever before. I was always told I could kick it to the baseline, With a body so aroused I feel the momentum making me numb, Another step and I climaxed at the 808’s mixture, Another round at the turntables and I hear the 808’s final whispers.
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Oct 4, 2017
Oct 4, 2017 at 7:46 AM UTC
808's
I was becoming obsessed with your rich coastlines of silky, satisfying love, glorious visions and inspirations, sparkling moonbeams magnifying in the midnight mansions of our souls, such pleasurable kisses and touches synchronizing together, melting into wild rhymes of flaming fascinations, vibrating waves escalating into heightened frequencies, bringing me into the brightest realms beyond your physical existence. You were an endless harmony strumming on my heart, dividing space and time, guiding me towards the illumination of celestial Neptune, effervescent Venus, jubilant Jupiter, swirling into the rings of sassy Saturn, wrapped in your rapturous seabreeze, within your sight and mind, within your body and soul, your exploding and rainbow poetry a flowing motion of romance running deeply in my bloodstream. I craved the calmness of your wind, your eternal warmth, how you dazzled me with your burning bright sparkle, basking in your slow sensual seas as your handsomeness echoed in the horizon, dancing delightfully in my eardrum, speaking to me, humming to me, how your mesmeric eyes drew me into your burning flame, into the pure brightness of your paradise, enmeshed in your fiery furnace of erupting ecstasy. I was so lost in your enticing, passionate planet, my whole world seeping into yours, becoming more amazed by your powerful magnetism, your electrostatic majesty, an authentic quintessence of ultimate tranquility, breathtakingly savory, your unblemished arms and hands so tenderly gratifying, your captivatingly swelling chests, your hard and amatory abs, your voluptuous soft thighs, knees, and ankles, all giving me vividly, heated excitement.
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Aug 15, 2020
Aug 15, 2020 at 11:34 PM UTC
Rich Coastlines Of Silky, Satisfying Love
I was becoming obsessed with your rich coastlines of silky, satisfying love, glorious visions and inspirations, sparkling moonbeams magnifying in the midnight mansions of our souls, such pleasurable kisses and touches synchronizing together, melting into wild rhymes of flaming fascinations, vibrating waves escalating into heightened frequencies, bringing me into the brightest realms beyond your physical existence. You were an endless harmony strumming on my heart, dividing space and time, guiding me towards the illumination of celestial Neptune, effervescent Venus, jubilant Jupiter, swirling into the rings of sassy Saturn, wrapped in your rapturous seabreeze, within your sight and mind, within your body and soul, your exploding and rainbow poetry a flowing motion of romance running deeply in my bloodstream. I craved the calmness of your wind, your eternal warmth, how you dazzled me with your burning bright sparkle, basking in your slow sensual seas as your handsomeness echoed in the horizon, dancing delightfully in my eardrum, speaking to me, humming to me, how your mesmeric eyes drew me into your burning flame, into the pure brightness of your paradise, enmeshed in your fiery furnace of erupting ecstasy. I was so lost in your enticing, passionate planet, my whole world seeping into yours, becoming more amazed by your powerful magnetism, your electrostatic majesty, an authentic quintessence of ultimate tranquility, breathtakingly savory, your unblemished arms and hands so tenderly gratifying, your captivatingly swelling chests, your hard and amatory abs, your voluptuous soft thighs, knees, and ankles, all giving me vividly, heated excitement.
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Let science captivate you Just nourish your mind Whether if it is physics or chemistry Be the one who enshrines The elements of the periodic table Along with the electrostatic force Will assist you a great deal Just stay on course
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Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
Let Science Captivate You